Each of my babies has had their own special way of communicating with me, from the different cries they used to tell me they were hungry, tired, or angry, to the expressions on their tiny, adorable faces. My youngest is no exception. He spends each day sending me love beams with his eyes, giggling, grunting, and squawking his displeasure like a little pterodactyl. There are so many things I swear my baby is trying to tell me, with every peep and snuggle, and I'm getting pretty good at translating his messages.
Hungry is usually a squeaky cry, which revs up like a lawnmower you are unsuccessfully trying to start that literally turns into a happy "nom nom nom," once he has a nipple in his mouth. It's so cute it hurts. "I'm wet" is a pained, frantic cry, as if to say, "What is happening? This doesn't feel good. I don't like it one bit." My favorite is the sweet sound he makes when he hears my voice and his eyes focus as I come into view. It's pure, unadulterated love. I'm his person and he's mine, and we're both happier when the other is in sight.
My baby and I have only had a couple of months to figure things out, but we've already found a rhythm and a way to communicate that transcends the need for words, You'd think, by now, I would have learned my baby is destined to wake up when my partner and I are enjoying some sexy time, or that my baby will definitely pee on me every time I dare to change a diaper. I have, however, caught on to my baby's apparent preference to sleep all day and party all night. Still, as much as I miss sleep, I love holding my newborn more. So, I snuggle him close and rock him to sleep as the minutes tick by, just as he probably planned, my precious evil genius. My baby has me right where he wants me, so I spend my time eagerly waiting his next command. Things like: